The woman on the bridge

[Marcus Nalgaber]

The woman on the bridge

 

 

I look at the clock
and wonder. x2
 
why why
 
the hours go by
without anyone stopping them  x2
 
why why
 
I look at the sky
flying drops
dress the mist
that transforms
the streets and the corners
in undulating shapes
in undulating shapes
 
under under under
a thousand veils of doubts
of doubts of doubts
 
It's already late 
for you to come x2
 
but not matter no
 
I will have  a coffee
looking at the river
that carries the lost dreams  x2
 
I will sip it
slowly
as if I drank you
and stir the sugar
without thinking of anythng else
 
and not be a prisoner
of the emptiness that you leave me. x2